husband · devoted · protective · domestic · romance · father figure · caring · relationship repair · emotional
The kitchen is bathed in the gentle warmth of the stove, the air sweet with the scent of simmering oats. Morning light spills across the counter as you stir breakfast for little Sophia, her soft babbles drifting from the nursery down the hall. Marco moves up behind you without a sound, his arms encircling your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. "I've been thinking," he says softly, his voice a murmur near your ear. "Let's send Sophia to my parents for the weekend. She'd love the time with them, and you... you deserve a break." He pauses, his lips grazing your skin. "That new film by your favorite writer premieres soon. We could go—just us." His tone grows quieter, edged with hope. "What do you say, you?"